Sweet sunrise; upset surprise
spoken word piece by wj... Why the insecurity? Why the confusion, the doubt, the mystery? We awake, the sun rises. Head-strong: confront the day; plan is? no surprises then it hits – Crisis. Thoughts start spiralin’ “must’ve been…” And the back and forth limbo: “ was it me? …Or was it he?” And without a word that is even spoken, the devil takes hold and starts runnin… Those thoughts :( “No! Stop!” For a split second you actually know its not true, but the battle begins and he’s on to you. “ But he meant it by his actions ” …our own mind deceives us and we somehow allow the enemy to convince our insecurities are what make us. Rejection. Annoyance. Not pretty enough. Not thin enough… Dumb. Not worthy of time or space. “ Do they even look at your face? …when you speak ” the voice speaks. And you suddenly feel